Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Ituana,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.